I saw a leaf blowing in the breeze. Here, in the middle of the city, sitting in a park bench, drenched in the noise of the city, I saw a leaf twisting and turning in the wind. My phone was in my hands. It was a ritual now. Coming here in my lunch break. Sitting … Continue reading THE LEAF
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Paris
We both wanted to visit Paris. It was our Fifth Anniversary. Months of planning. Preparation. And finally here we are. Its evening now, the sun is on the horizon. Social media duly updated. Obligatory selfies duly taken. Here we are, just her and me, finally together in the city of Love. As we walk, hand … Continue reading Paris
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